Love Unscripted
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“No, Jesse left on his own. Actually I just spoke to him and his wife a couple of weeks ago. He has a ranch in Tennessee now where he breeds and trains racehorses. He’s never been happier. One day he had a meeting with the producer and said he wanted out. He only signed on for one season, and when his contract was fulfilled, the writers had his character die. More drama that way.”
“Why did he want to leave? His character was so popular,” I asked, sampling my slice of pie.
“He wasn’t happy. He was a brilliant actor; very natural in front of the cameras. But he didn’t like all the attention or the invasion of his privacy.
Kind of reminds me of someone else we know?” She looked at Ryan.
“Kelly, they post on the Internet where I’m having dinner for God’s sake. The attention I can handle; the obsessive crap is something altogether different,” Ryan defended.
“No, I understand. When my show first aired, our cast went through something similar. We were followed and reported on, and of course we were all sleeping with each other too! I think in one week it was reported that I slept with four different actors from the show. While I was in the makeup trailer, supposedly I was getting lucky at the same time! One of the magazines reported that I had a weeklong affair with this one actor when in reality I was at home with the flu. Cal knows. We had just started seeing each other.”
“So how do the magazines get away with printing all the lies? Can’t you sue or something?” I asked.
“I wish. It’s the lies that sell the magazines,” Kelly uttered sadly. “The bigger the lie, the more money they make. And if they get some racy pictures too – that could turn a hefty profit for the photographer.”
“We had our picture taken a lot tonight,” I murmured. Ryan squeezed my hand again.
“Just be prepared, Sweetheart. Those pictures of us are going to be all over the tabloids, Internet, you name it. There’s going to be outlandish captions under those pictures too, like when we both cleared off your windshield? If you moved your arm too fast to sweep one of the papers off, they’ll print that you were having a jealous fit.” He rubbed his forehead. “Just don’t read them.”
He looked me in the eyes. “Remember what I told you when we were fishing? You can’t believe anything you hear, read, or see. If something needs to be clarified for the public, I have a Publicist.”
“Can I ask a stupid question? Are you even allowed to have a girlfriend while doing these Seaside movies?” I felt dumb just for asking, but after what Suzanne said I wanted to know.
Ryan looked at me like I was crazy. “What?” he asked.
“Are you under some contract or anything that says you’re not allowed to be seen in public with a girlfriend?”
“No.” He shook his head and squinted at me. “Where would you get an idea like that?”
“Something Suzanne said.” I shrugged.
“What did she say?”
“She said that the studio executives will be upset once they discover you’re seeing me - that they wouldn’t allow it.”
Ryan abruptly sat forward; the legs of his chair squeaked on the tiled floor. “She said what?” His eyes were wide.
“She said exactly what I just said, and also that if you stay single, your fan base will be higher and your movies will make more money. But if the public knows you’re involved with someone, you may lose fans, your movies won’t make as much money, and the studio executives won’t allow that to happen.”
“Is this another reason why you were so upset last Sunday? Because of these lies?” Ryan asked.
“Well, it was part of it. Suzanne made it seem like some studio executive was going to break us up first.”
Kelly gasped.
“That’s completely absurd!” he muttered. “They can’t do that.” He looked at Cal for reassurance. Cal didn’t say a word; his head was swaying back and forth in disbelief.
“So what other lies did she tell you?” Ryan’s look frightened me. I could tell he was angry.
I looked down at the table, hoping to dismiss this entire conversation, but Ryan squeezed my hand again.
“Taryn, what else did she say?”
I took a deep breath and looked at Cal and Kelly. I didn’t want to say the rest of what she said to me in front of them. “I’ll tell you later,” I said quietly to Ryan.
“No, I want to know now!” he urged.
“I always said that girl was trouble,” Kelly interjected.
“Why did he want to leave? His character was so popular,” I asked, sampling my slice of pie.
“He wasn’t happy. He was a brilliant actor; very natural in front of the cameras. But he didn’t like all the attention or the invasion of his privacy.
Kind of reminds me of someone else we know?” She looked at Ryan.
“Kelly, they post on the Internet where I’m having dinner for God’s sake. The attention I can handle; the obsessive crap is something altogether different,” Ryan defended.
“No, I understand. When my show first aired, our cast went through something similar. We were followed and reported on, and of course we were all sleeping with each other too! I think in one week it was reported that I slept with four different actors from the show. While I was in the makeup trailer, supposedly I was getting lucky at the same time! One of the magazines reported that I had a weeklong affair with this one actor when in reality I was at home with the flu. Cal knows. We had just started seeing each other.”
“So how do the magazines get away with printing all the lies? Can’t you sue or something?” I asked.
“I wish. It’s the lies that sell the magazines,” Kelly uttered sadly. “The bigger the lie, the more money they make. And if they get some racy pictures too – that could turn a hefty profit for the photographer.”
“We had our picture taken a lot tonight,” I murmured. Ryan squeezed my hand again.
“Just be prepared, Sweetheart. Those pictures of us are going to be all over the tabloids, Internet, you name it. There’s going to be outlandish captions under those pictures too, like when we both cleared off your windshield? If you moved your arm too fast to sweep one of the papers off, they’ll print that you were having a jealous fit.” He rubbed his forehead. “Just don’t read them.”
He looked me in the eyes. “Remember what I told you when we were fishing? You can’t believe anything you hear, read, or see. If something needs to be clarified for the public, I have a Publicist.”
“Can I ask a stupid question? Are you even allowed to have a girlfriend while doing these Seaside movies?” I felt dumb just for asking, but after what Suzanne said I wanted to know.
Ryan looked at me like I was crazy. “What?” he asked.
“Are you under some contract or anything that says you’re not allowed to be seen in public with a girlfriend?”
“No.” He shook his head and squinted at me. “Where would you get an idea like that?”
“Something Suzanne said.” I shrugged.
“What did she say?”
“She said that the studio executives will be upset once they discover you’re seeing me - that they wouldn’t allow it.”
Ryan abruptly sat forward; the legs of his chair squeaked on the tiled floor. “She said what?” His eyes were wide.
“She said exactly what I just said, and also that if you stay single, your fan base will be higher and your movies will make more money. But if the public knows you’re involved with someone, you may lose fans, your movies won’t make as much money, and the studio executives won’t allow that to happen.”
“Is this another reason why you were so upset last Sunday? Because of these lies?” Ryan asked.
“Well, it was part of it. Suzanne made it seem like some studio executive was going to break us up first.”
Kelly gasped.
“That’s completely absurd!” he muttered. “They can’t do that.” He looked at Cal for reassurance. Cal didn’t say a word; his head was swaying back and forth in disbelief.
“So what other lies did she tell you?” Ryan’s look frightened me. I could tell he was angry.
I looked down at the table, hoping to dismiss this entire conversation, but Ryan squeezed my hand again.
“Taryn, what else did she say?”
I took a deep breath and looked at Cal and Kelly. I didn’t want to say the rest of what she said to me in front of them. “I’ll tell you later,” I said quietly to Ryan.
“No, I want to know now!” he urged.
“I always said that girl was trouble,” Kelly interjected.
